Hawker’s Pot seeks to entertain, but only because he can no longer remember what he came here for in the first place.

Friday, 15 May 2009

Literary Adaptation no. 1

Last night I dreamt I went to Hawker’s Pot again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me ... Nature had come into her own again and, little by little, in her stealthy, insidious way had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. The jokes, always a menace even in the past, had triumphed in the end. They crowded, dark and uncontrolled, to the borders of the drive. The puns with white, naked limbs leant close to one another, their punchlines intermingled in a strange embrace ... And there were other witticisms as well, witticisms that I did not recognise, parodies and absurd theories that straggled cheek by jowl with the puns, and had thrust themselves out of the quiet earth, along with all sorts of other monstrous nonsense, none of which I remembered.

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About Me

Bill Jones is a cartoonist, illustrator and writer. His cartoons have appeared in Private Eye. His first book, an illustrated novel of puns called The Life and Times of Algernon Swift, was published by Head of Zeus in 2017 and well reviewed in the TLS ("sheer relentless glee") and The Big Issue ("a complete joy"). He also performs stand-up as Miserable Malcolm, Gloucestershire's gloomiest poet.